I Got Married Without You

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 I won’t drug you. It seemed that he was not interested in this kind of topic. Kevin said nothing more and led Amelia to sit opposite him. As soon as they sat down, a man in an expensive suit suddenly opened a bottle of wine and handed it to Amelia. “Ms. Amelia Garcia, right? Can you drink?” Amelia didn’t know who this man was, and the suddenness of his offer made her feel uneasy. She hesitated, unsure of what to do.

Seeing her hesitate, the man suddenly smiled. “Don’t worry. I won’t drug you.” The man’s gentle demeanor put amelia at ease. Amelia accepted the wine and took a small sip, but she still felt unsure about drinking it. The woman sitting next to the man noticed her hesitation and began to sneer. “Mr. Harris, the girlfriend your found is getting worse. Paul kindly poured her a drink, but she was too scared to drink it. How rude.” The woman mentioned Paul, the cousin of James, named Paul Evans, also a playboy but not as perverted as Kevin. When Amelia was still James’ secret lover, she had never met any of his family or friends. And this was the first time she met Paul. She couldn’t help but take a few more glances at Paul. He looked a little similar to James but not as cold as him. On the contrary, he was very gentle.

The woman’s face darkened when she saw that Amelia didn’t even react when she heard what she said. The meaning of her words was obvious. If it were anyone else, they would definitely understand what she meant – making Amelia drink up that glass of wine. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

If it were anyone else, they would have understood what she meant and apologized to Paul before drinking the wine. Amelia knew what she meant, but the words were for Kevin to hear not her, so she determined to play du mb. Frustrated, the woman turned to Kevin and reminded him, “Mr. Harris, without Paul, you wouldn’t even have had the chance to meet him, let alone talk about the project,” she scolded. “But your girlfriend doesn’t even want to drink a glass of wine. How are we going to have fun later?